At noon, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was so hot that the meadows looked like a tired sea. The birds probably all went to the grass to cool off and sleep, and only the gnats that were not willing to be lonely sang one after another.

Occasionally, a breeze blew, and countless flowers and plants in the calm Daling Mountain immediately stirred, surging up in circles of green ripples.

However, it rolled up puffs of dust and froze like fog.

The rhythm of midday is dull and slow.

In a small courtyard, it was extremely quiet, the air was all frozen, and countless gloom shrouded in the hearts of several people in the courtyard.

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